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Hands Washing Water
Contributor(s): Abani, Chris (Author)
ISBN: 1556592477     ISBN-13: 9781556592478
Publisher: Copper Canyon Press
OUR PRICE:   $13.50  
Product Type: Paperback
Published: October 2006
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Annotation: "Chris Abani's poetry resonates with a devastating beauty which cuts through to the heart of human strength."-Pride

Hands Washing Water is Chris Abani's fourth poetry collection-a mischievous book of displacement, exile, ancestry, and subversive humor. The central section, "Buffalo Women," is a Civil War correspondence between lovers that plays on our assumptions about war, gender, morality, and politics.

Sweetest Henri, I know we promised to be honest, one to the other, but your recent missive, though welcome as any epistle from you, filled me with a dread that clung like dampness to wet wood. I am terrified for your immortal soul, dear sweet Henri. This mad war of Lincoln is infecting you with a sickness too depraved to even address. . .

Abani's writing is ruthless, at times traumatic, and consistently filled with surprising twists and turns.

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BISAC Categories:
- Poetry | European - English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh
- Poetry | Caribbean & Latin American
Dewey: 821.914
LCCN: 2006013303
Physical Information: 0.3" H x 5.28" W x 7.96" (0.28 lbs) 90 pages
 
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"Chris Abani's poetry resonates with a devastating beauty which cuts through to the heart of human strength."--Pride


Hands Washing Water is Chris Abani's fourth poetry collection--a mischievous book of displacement, exile, ancestry, and subversive humor. The central section, "Buffalo Women," is a Civil War correspondence between lovers that plays on our assumptions about war, gender, morality, and politics.


Sweetest Henri,
I know we promised to be honest,
one to the other, but your recent missive,
though welcome as any epistle from you,
filled me with a dread that clung
like dampness to wet wood. I am terrified
for your immortal soul, dear sweet Henri.
This mad war of Lincoln is infecting you
with a sickness too depraved to even address. . .

Abani's writing is ruthless, at times traumatic, and consistently filled with surprising twists and turns.